EMBODIMENT PROTOCOL: MY ACTING BECOMES REALITY
Prologue: A Glimpse from the Future
Total silence enveloped the modest room, broken only by the reflection of the young man in his ancient mirror. He stood there with an unfamiliar fortitude, his violet eyes radiating a calm yet chilling aura. Suddenly, the space before him ripped open, a brilliant golden light bursting forth. A shimmering, undulating holographic screen emerged, and words began to form in rapid, technological pulses:
[ Searching for a suitable Host... ]
[ Identical Host found. ]
[ Linking the System... ]
[ 1%... 15%... 85%... 99%... 100% ]
[ Connection complete. ]
[ Congratulations, Sir, on acquiring the 'Ability Embodiment System'. ]
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Chapter 1: The Scum Crushed by Life
Inside a decrepit talent agency office, the smell of cheap tobacco blended with the scent of old paper to choke the air. 'The Hero' stood with youthful features, his disheveled black hair falling over his rare violet eyes, while his tattered clothes and weary expression told a story of years of poverty and struggle.
Behind a massive desk sat a fat man whose thick glasses had slipped carelessly down his nose. He was flipping through a file with boredom before violently throwing it, scattering the papers in front of the hero, looking at him with eyes overflowing with disdain.
The hero said in a voice filled with despair, trembling with bitterness: "That role... I deserved it with my skill. The reports were clear, the evaluation I presented surpassed everyone..."
The man didn't give him a chance to finish, instead shouting a harsh reprimand that shook the corners of the room: "You think acting is just about talent? Look at yourself! Ten years you've been chasing the lights and achieved nothing but failure. That role went to someone who deserves it; the son of a wealthy family, a man who knows how to portray the upper class because it is simply his reality. As for you... your time here is done. You are fired."
He let out a sarcastic laugh and added, driving the knife of words into the hero's heart: "And by the way... you lack the required beauty. This role would never suit scum like you."
At that moment, the door burst open violently, and a young man smelling of expensive perfume entered, walking with arrogant steps. He said with a provocative smile of victory: "Exactly as the manager said, the role was made for me. Does a lowly person like you believe he can compete with the masters?"
He approached the hero coldly and began to slap his face with his palm in an insulting manner, whispering: "Talent is for the poor, my son. Stardom is bought with money. Get out now, and don't let me catch a glimpse of you in this field again."
The hero walked out, the world tightening in his eyes, walking through a dirty narrow alleyway, despair gripping his soul. Ten years of training, of hunger, of the dream... evaporated in a moment. Gathering what remained of his shattered dignity, he kicked an empty Coca-Cola bottle with all his might, screaming at the sky: "Damn it! Why was I born poor? I want to be rich... I want to act... Curse it, I want to be rich!"
Fate didn't give him time to weep; the silence of the street was interrupted by the roar of a sports car's engine. Before he could turn, his slender body slammed into the metallic structure with immense force, throwing him into the air to fall onto the cold asphalt.
Blood was flowing profusely, staining the ground crimson, while he fought to open his eyelids. The car stopped, and a girl came out... his fiancée. She wasn't alone, she was arm-in-arm with another wealthy young man.
With great difficulty, words came out of his blood-stained mouth: "Why... why did you do this?"
The wealthy young man looked at the broken body coldly and asked: "Who is this pathetic person?"
The fiancée answered in a tone full of cruelty and contempt: "Oh, he's just a failure who was chasing me... I once thought he would become a famous actor, but he's just scum. Maybe he's acting the role of a victim now to swindle you and take your money." And with complete baseness, she raised her foot and stepped on his hand lying weakly on the ground, then left with her new lover amidst their mocking laughter.
At that moment, his phone lying in a puddle of blood vibrated. "Mother" was calling. Ryan tried to stretch his hand, to shout, to tell his mother he was okay, but his body had already surrendered to death.
Tears welled in his violet eyes for the last time: "Mother... I just wanted you to be proud of me... I wanted to give you a dignified life... Is achieving dreams forbidden for the poor?" And with the last beat of his heavy-hearted heart, his vision was extinguished, and he passed away.
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